.. Ancestors and Religion.. Written by.. Rabih Fares.. سلف ودين بقلم. ربيع فارس.


[[ سلف ودين ]]                   ما تهم شوية يا عوضين ...الشمش خلاص هتغيب...وإحنا ماملناش غير مقطفين...حاضر يا حج حسين...عاوزين نزرع الزرعة ...ده مفيش فلوس فى الجيب...والشمش طالعة ولعة...والبت على وش جواز ...ولا جيتلها حتى إبرة ولا حتى وابور جاز...البت عرسنها كتروا...وكل يوم واحد يخبط ع. الباب...يا بخت من ربنا ستروا...وفرح الأهل والأحباب...هى بت واحدة وشايل الهم...مفيش حد يساعدها لا خال ولا عم...وأنت عارف الأرض مش جايبه همها...ولو ما بعتش الأرض...البت هتقعد جنب أمها...دإحنا فقرا صحيح ومحلتناش غير الشرف والعرض...ده الواحد بقا عايش مكسور الجناح...وعايش حياتى مش مرتاح...وعاوز أخلى بينى وبين الهم براح...حياتنا كلها تعب وكفاح...يارب قوينا ومن خيرك راضينا...وحلى أيامنا وحقق أمانينا...س طالعة ولعة...والبت على وش جواز ...ولا جيتلها حتى إبرة ولا حتى وابور جاز...البت عرسنها كتروا...وكل يوم واحد يخبط ع. الباب...يا بخت من ربنا ستروا...وفرح الأهل والأحباب...هى بت واحدة وشايل الهم...مفيش حد يساعدها لا خال ولا عم...دإحنا فى زمن...الجزمة بقا ليها تمن...والبنى أدم بقا أرخص من جزمته...صعبان عليه نفسه...والعيشة إللى عايشها فى دنيته...كان الله فى عونا...عايشين فى زمن محدش حاسس بحد...ولا قريب ولا غريب الكل عايش ع. الأد...ربنا يرحمنا ويقدرنا على إللى إحنا فيه ويصبرنا...كله سلف ودين...وهنجيب الصبر منين وعجبى...كلمات ربيع فارس

[[Predecessors and religion]] You don't care a little, Awadin...the shamash will be gone...and we have nothing but pickers...Yes, Hajj Hussein...we want to plant the crop...there is no money in the pocket...and the shamash is coming out. She's hot...and she decided on whether it was permissible...and she didn't even get a needle, not even a jasper...her wedding dress became too much...and every day someone stumbles on it. The door... what a blessing from God you will see... and the joy of the family and loved ones... she is a single woman and carrying worries... there is no one to help her, neither aunt nor uncle... and you know that the land will not bear her worries... even if she does not sell the land. The girl will sit next to her mother... We are truly poor and have nothing but honor and honor... This person is still living with a broken wing... And I am living my life not at ease... And I want to leave my worries alone... Our whole life is fatigue and struggle.. O Lord, strengthen us and satisfy us with Your goodness... sweeten our days and fulfill our wishes... I am going up and running... and I have decided on the possibility of marriage... and I have not brought her even a needle, not even a needle... her wedding has become too much... and every day one fumbles. A. The door... what a blessing from God you will see... and the joy of the family and loved ones... she is a single woman and carrying worries... there is no one to help her, neither uncle nor uncle... we are in a time... the boots still have hope... and the daughters Adam is now cheaper than his boots... it is difficult for him himself... and the life he lived in his world... may God help us... we live in a time when no one has feelings for anyone... neither a relative nor a stranger, everyone lives on. Literature... our training has mercy on us, enables us to do what we are in, and gives us patience... it is all righteousness and religion... and we will get patience from where and I wonder... words by Rabih Fares 
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